Soccer System: Legendary Goalkeeper

Chapter 13 - Eat Good!

The referee had blown a long whistle sign the game was over, the crowd began clapping at the good looks of both teams, some even began to put the word of fans against Reza in their hearts.

The spectators started to leave the bench, some stayed to see what the next two teams did. Some even fell asleep in the middle of the crowd.

Reza approached I Nyoman who was lying in the field with a breath of exhaustion. He reached out his hand while laughing.

“This is not the final, so .. stepping forward is the best for now. After all, we will meet as enemies back at Youth Tournament.”

Reza's hand was received with chest courtesy by I Nyoman. He looked at Reza with a hard-to-understand look, even a psychologist. Realizing he was being stared at so mysteriously, he immediately embraced I Nyoman.

“I Reza Kusuma, just call Reza!”

I Nyoman also replied to him indifferently, still a little annoyed with his kick which continued to be saved by the b-jat goalkeeper in front of him.

“I Nyoman Wardhana's. Whatever you want to call what.”

Reza had a thought then said, “Hai, Ardhan.”

I Nyoman takes off Reza's embrace, she snorts resignedly when the call Reza made was really the same as what her friends called.

Ardhan, that's the call for him.

Good to approach both. He stared fixedly at Ardhan, without feeling annoyed, he smiled as he wiped his sweat.

“A scary striker like you .. in the future will be my rival, although I am older by about two years, your potential is really more visible than I was when you were.”

“Ah, Brother. No need to judge me that well. I am only Ardhan who did not escape in this school and got lost in SMKN 2.”

“Oy! New boy! Your mouth really stinks!” A big-bodied player came in an annoyed tone.

He was a Maulid, his face looking annoyed with a frown on his forehead. He intends to pull Ardhan then lockdown. Ardhan dodged with his funny laugh.

“Cih! Don't care what he says. Oh, aye! Greetings, I am Maulid, a winger nicknamed the giant wing. Yes ... although my time in the team is not long, because it will be rained graduation exams about half a year more.”

It was good to approach him gloomily. He tried to shake hands with the Maulid. His eyes looked dull as lifeless, Maulid was certainly a little daunted by Good's behavior which changed drastically.

“Eumm .. Are you good? Oho! Ka-you–”

“True, I'm third year, same as you.”

Shortly after, a small voice gradually grew.

“Hahahah!” The two laughed as they embraced like friends who had not met for a long time.

The entire team gathered together for a bit of joking. Although the rivalry on the field is clear, but as a child the same age or even just older 1 to 2 years, a sense of friendship that is so fast propagates one by one to each team member.

Reza could only smile. He did not want to dodge, thanks to the system, he was able to like this even little by little his name began to shine. All just wait for his time to shine brightly all over the world, especially Indonesia.

“Everything's gathered!” Coach Sofyan and Maximus.

Then the two looked at each other before the smiles of the two broke the silence in between.

Finally all the players gathered. Some are not on his team and get lost in other teams, but nobody cares about him, not even the coach Sofyan or Maximus.

Some players shut their mouths and couldn't bear to laugh. The agreement between the coaches really entertained everyone there, even the other coaches shook their heads a little not expecting such a promise.

“Good, we go to Mekdi.” Coach Max looked resigned.

“Do not! We go to Mas Nur Warung only!” Suddenly the call of a man made attention rise to himself.

He was Ardhan with such a shameless tone. He even said it excitedly.

“Local is better,” said Reza added.

Then everyone began to agree to Ardhan's proposal. Even they began to debate how delicious the menu provided by Mas Nur stalls.

“Good, we will go ... right now!” Coach Max also did not dodge, he knew how delicious the Mas Nur stall menu.

They also flocked out of the field and school. On foot, because this shop itself is only at least ten minutes away from school.

Many pairs of eyes watched their convoy. A striking uniform for the Hope High School with a red color with a golden pattern diagonally. SMKN 2 itself has a jersey uniform with a green and white checkered pattern.

With the joking laughter between them, without feeling they have reached the Mas Nur stall which is completely flooded with customers. That's because the spectators of the game who are hungry in the morning were immediately gas to this place.

Some players also after the game some are hungry, no, everyone is hungry! Though they had equipped themselves with complete nutrition this morning, but after a tough match, they immediately felt hungry.

“Ramai ... once,” said Ardhan resignedly.

“It looks like we have to wait for hours!” muttered Good with annoyance.

“Hungary!!” Haikal yelling.

“Hey, it's them! Give way, give them first place!” A beautiful woman with white skin, long black hair, she wears a hat, her casual clothes look natural.

After the call from the woman, all the customers immediately gave way.

...……...

The dishes on the 6-meter-long table, looked 3 tables filled with young people with some middle-aged men. They seem to be enjoying the delicious menu of their choice.

The sound of the clanking of spoons with plates adds to the impression that no one should disturb their feast. Reza even happily set aside a little bit of her share for her to bring her mother.

He chose white rice with two pieces of chicken breast. She said another piece for her mother at home waiting for her child to come home.

Reza ate his part with joy, no burden, the heavy fatigue he had disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

Ardhan who exhaled heavily after the fight, now he breathed a sigh of satiety.

Reza and his friends, Ardhan and his friends, all enjoy a good meal in front of them. Even the stall ran out of stock quickly that morning, which had previously remained until noon, now after the youngsters and other spectators had exhausted their large stock.

“Reza, two weeks away from the inaugural Youth Tournament of Central Sulawesi sector in the 2022/2023 season. I hope you become the best doorstop of this team. We ... will fight Jaya Bangsa High School team from Luwuk.” Coach Sofyan put a heavy load on Reza's shoulders.

“Siap, coach!” With a mouth filled with chicken pieces, he said a little funny.

Coach Sofyan just smiled happily as he continued his meal.